if this country still had balls

strange man walks in holdin' his gun, he kills somebody and he's on the run, out the door and into the busy streets, cops chase him 'round town for an hour or two, go back home he's on the evening news, they tell us it's alright, we've got him in custody, well maybe it's me but i'm scratching my head, wonderin' why that s.o.b. ain't dead, when everyone knows it's him why should we wait?, it's time we go back to hangin' them high, let's light the torches in the middle of the night, somewhere along the way we've gotten way too soft, we don't need a jury when we've seen what he's done, just build the gallows and wait for the sun, get the vigilantes loaded up with justice for all, if this country still had balls, my tax money pays for nice hot meals, for a killer locked up making more appeals, so he can get right back out and do it all again, now i ain't saying that a man can't change, but you can't tell right from wrong these days, unless we send a message they won't forget, so it's time we go back to hangin' them high, let's light the torches in the middle of the night, somewhere along the way we've gotten way too soft, we don't need a jury when we've seen what he's done, just build the gallows and wait for the sun, get the vigilantes loaded up with justice for all, if this country still had balls, and i know every man can be redeemed, but if he don't choose to, we better still have plan b, so it's time we go back to hangin' them high, let's light the torches in the middle of the night, somewhere along the way we've gotten way too soft, we don't need a jury when we've seen what he's done, just build the gallows and wait for the sun, get the vigilantes loaded up with justice for all, if this country still had balls, if this country still had balls